C290 THE BITTER TASTE OF THE THRONE

‎​The big hall of the Blood-Fed Palace was full of the smell of roasted meat and sour wine. It was supposed to be a party for the new King, but it felt like a trap. The Young Prince sat on the high throne. The stone was cold under him. To his right, Princess Kaira sat with a sharp smile. She wore a crown of white gold that caught the light. Every time she moved her silk dress